Ice cold ( Draco Malfoy x reader )

Cp. 5 "He deserved it."

( The ideas for this chapter were by my friend biarsonist she gave me a lot of ideas so thanks very much)

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His eyes were wide and full of terror. He got lost and tried to say something but was just mumbling nonsense. I decided to relax my face and give him a soft smile.

- Look...I...I..didn't mean to - he stuttered out
- I know Draco, yeah I know you can't control it, silly - I sighed and looked down realizing my hand was still on his crotch.

I looked him up in the eyes, gave him the wittiest smile and stroked it a little to piss him of, and then got up.

He let his head fall back to the ground. I started to walk away and noticed him just laying there breathing deeply. - Bastard -I smiled.

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While I got back to my room I thought of telling everything to Hermione, but remember how much she hated him - she wouldn't take it well. Maybe I can tell Athena I thought.

But when I went back to my room she wasn't there. So I thought things can wait till tomorrow. I fell backward onto my bed and closed my eyes. I hated Draco so much but tonight might have changed it.

Draco was being so nice and soft - his icy look disappeared, he was softly smiling, his voice was as soft as light spring rain and he gave me his jacket when I was cold.

I looked down and saw that I still had it on. I cuddled up in it and took a deep breath. It smelt like him. I closed my eyes and breathed in again - all I could feel was him.

I loved how I felt when we were so close to each other - basically breathing the same air. I loved how I could feel the warmth of his lips next to mine.

- Ughhh.. -I let out a big groan

Why? Why did I pull away? He wanted to kiss me. He deserved it. He almost kissed me but I was the one who didn't let him. I chickened out. Yes, he hurt me. But maybe just as mom used to say - That means he likes me?

But I'm not fucking five anymore. I don't know If he likes me or am I just a game for him but he tried to kiss me and I think that counts for something.

I was still dirty, my hair was still full of dry leaves and my face was still bruised. But I didn't care - as long as I was wrapped around in his jacket, in his smell - nothing else in the world mastered. With only one thought in my head, I drifted to sleep - Maybe he is good, after all?

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I opened my eyes from the sound of the door opening. And saw a few long, pale thingers curl around the doorframe. It was him. He walked into the room with a wicked grin on his face, his eyes flooded with lust. He closed the door behind him and took out his wand saying the locking and silencing spells.

I propped myself up on my elbows, caught his eyes with mine, and smiled back.

He walked over to the side of the bed and sat down on the edge. He leaned into me, got up on the bed with his knees straddling me. He bent down and softly brushed my cheek with his thumb. Then he slowly traced his thumb down to my lower lip pulling it down softly. He looked back into my eyes while softly raising an eyebrow as a way of silently asking for consent and when I nodded he leaned in even more softly kissing my lips. He looked up to meet my eyes again and went in again but this time more passionately.